A crazy world

some people never go crazy.me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couchfor 3 or 4 days.they’ll find me there.it’s Cherub, they’ll say, andthey pour wine down my throatrub my chestsprinkle me with oils. then, I’ll rise with a roar,rant, rage –curse them and the universeas I send them scattering over thelawn.I’ll feel much better,sit down to toast and eggs,hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as apink overfed whale. some people never go crazy.what truly horrible livesthey must lead.